Thank you motherfuckers... Get those fuckin hands up....
Did you ever seem to have one of those days When everyone seemed to be on your case From your teacher all the waydown to your best girlfriend Well, that used to happen to me all the time But I found a way to get out of it
Sittin in the classroom thinkin its a drag Listening to the teacher rap--just aint my bag When two bells ring you know its my cue Gonna meet the boys on floor number 2
Smokin in the boys room Smokin in the boys room Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
Checkin out the halls makin sure the coast is clear Lookin in the stalls--nah, there aint nobody here My buddies sixx, mick & tom To get caught would surely be the death of us all
Smokin in the boys room Smokin in the boys room Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
Put me to work in the school bookstore Check-out counter, and I got bored Teacher was lookin for me all around Two hours later you know where I was found
Smokin in the boys room Smokin in the boys room Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
Smokin in the boys room Smokin in the boys room Smokin in the boys room Smokin in the boys room Teacher dont you fill me up with your rules Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in school
One more time
Smokin in the boys room Smokin in the boys room Teacher I aint foolin around with your rules Everybody knows that smokin aint allowed in schoolTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
